Author Notes: New chapter! I'm sorry this is taking so long. Senior year is a bit time consuming. XX
Disclaimer: Not mine. Tis Jonathans
My Name is…
Chapter 3: Mimi
I couldn't help but feel bad for Mark. The poor guy never gets out and even when he does he's alone. I felt even worse when Roger said he'd been acting strange but I did my best to block it from my mind. Instead, I wanted to focus on tonight. Roger had a gig and I wanted to be there, focusing only on him.
As we walked out of the building, the cold air hit me with full force. It was colder than I thought it would be. I pulled my cheetah print jacket closer to me; Roger noticed and put his arm around me.
"Cold?" he asked. I nodded. He smiled and pulled me close to him, his leather jacket pressing up against my face. I grinned, wrapping my arms around his waist, remembering the days when we'd walk the streets tangled in each others arms.
Within the hour we were both sweating bullets. He was on stage, rocking on his guitar, his mouth up against the microphone, his raspy voice singing to the crowd, his eyes on me. I grinned as I banged my head a long with the music like I would at any other concert. Roger's green eyes pierced through the crowd right to me. It always made me feel special, after a long, crazy concert full of his most head-bang worthy songs, he always ended with 'Your Eyes', the song he wrote for me when we first got together. He always announced the dedication and pointed to me. Suddenly every girl in the crowd and even some of the boys were now jealous of me. He'd smile, I'd blush, embarrassed but overwhelmed with joy just knowing that the man singing that love song was mine.
Your eyes…
As we said our goodbyes
I'm always mesmerized by this song. Not because it was written for me but because I know it took Roger a year to do it. He spent a year sitting in front of that damn guitar trying to write a song, what he thought was his 'one song glory' the song he wanted to write before he dies and this is it.
The fact that it's all about me is nice too.
Actually…it's really nice.
Why does distance make us wise?
You were the song all along
And before the song dies…
I should tell you
I should tell you
I have always loved you…
You can see it in my eyes
Mimi!
The crowed exploded. It's amazing how loud a crowd can be after being so quiet from being engrossed in his song.
Eventually the crowd died and Roger was through packing away his guitar.
"Let's make this night wild." He murmured in my ear. I grinned, running my fingers up and down his shirt.
"Let's." I agreed. His mouth met mine as we stumbled out of the bar. We found ourselves at a club, not a usual place for Roger and I to venture but the hype of the dance music was in our bodies as we pressed against each other. People surrounded us, dancing, grinding against each other but we barley noticed them. We were so absorbed in our own world. The lights, the people, the music, it carried us away and before I knew it we were on our way back home.
Instead of the loft, where I knew Mark would be loyally waiting for Roger, we stumbled into my apartment. His guitar fell to the ground by the door as we tumbled onto my bed. I smiled as he took of his jacket and mine.
"Mimi…" he gasped, his lips on my neck.
I moaned as our clothes came off, piece by piece by piece before they all lay on the floor. His lips on mine, I inhaled the scent of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat as the morning faded away.
Soon, I knew nothing but his sweaty worn out body pressed against mine, and I was more content than ever. A wild night turned into a peaceful one, lying in bed with Roger. I knew in a couple of hours I'd have to wake up, take my AZT and eventually that night go to work at the Cat-Scratch Club. But for now, everything was all right. There was no HIV, no stress; no Benny screaming about rent…just us.
My name is Mimi Marquez and I'm an HIV positive dancer.
Author Notes: I know, I'm LONG overdue for an update. Sorry this took so long. School just ended so updates will be faster! Next up, Maureen! Review!